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Day 58
The package doesn’t show, which puts Pete in a foul mood. We get a small sampling of the wildlife, granite, tourists, and rangers indigenous to Yosemite National Park. The day ends with two harrowing fords that leave me feeling small and helpless, once again beyond the reaches of civilization. I sit by the roaring creek…
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Day 57 (Pete)
I stole the pen I write this with from the cashier at the Tuolomne Meadows store. On a second, maybe third, trip in I heard her complaining that people had walked off with all her pens. Every time she rang up an item she would say the price out loud followed by either “tax” or…
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Day 57 (Tape)
Still Tuesday, June 11th. Peter’s package with his graduation suit in it didn’t show up here. And it’s long past due, and ah, nobody knows where it is. So it looks like we’re going to be staying an extra day in Tuolumne Meadows to see if it shows up tomorrow. And if it doesn’t, then…
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Day 57
Arriving in Tuolumne meadows we luck out – the store/post office has opened early this season. While we partake of many civilized delights like gardenburgers, haircuts, and ice cream, there is one disappointment. A package we were expecting doesn’t show up. We decide to wait one more day for it. While we sleep in a…
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Day 56 (Pete)
Dylan and I had a conversation about marriage and children today. Siri and I had talked about each. Dylan and Camella had recently, and seriously, began to plan for marriage. All that stuff is for the future though. It used to be that I just deplored the idea of reproducing. The old cliché, “How could…
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Day 56 (Tape)
Okay this entry for, I guess, Monday June 10th. Interesting day. Um, let’s see. That was actually yesterday. ——— I had to stop there and watch a deer meander out of our way. So yeah, it was yesterday. It was interesting day because it was through the same area that I had ah taken a…
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Day 56
A profoundly beautiful day, we lose any sense of difference between ourselves, this high rugged land, things gone by, and things to come. It is all encompassed in these high sierra mountains. I could say that we climbed two more passes, got lost in between, talked honestly, and enjoyed the silence. But I can’t imagine…
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Day 55 (Pete)
I am forced to write this all the way stuffed down into my sleeping beg. It is stuffy and cramped in here. Fortunately, however, I am not being sucked down to a bony corpse by the militia of mosquitoes hovering outside. The hot pool we half scouted last night had a thick crust of mysterious…
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Day 55 (Tape)
Ok, it’s Sunday June 8, and, 9th. June 9th. And I’m cocooned in my sleeping bag. This time to escape the mosquitos. They’re swarming outside, we just ate dinner out in em. And even after covering ourselves in bug goop I think ah, I’ve got a few hundred bites, here and there. And it was…
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Day 55
We eagerly gobble all our food and drink all our water, anticipating a store at Red’s Meadow. We find a very closed store, and a bunch of carpenters trying to get a fish hook out of a kid’s arm. On their way to the hospital we scam a ride into Mammoth Lakes, then back again.…